Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 18:53:11 GMT -6
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Tears filled the eyes of the former W.C.E.K TV Champion and GZW Women’s Champion Amanda Reynolds. She sat quietly on an empty bench inside the quiet halls of the now UGZ Trouble Trax. It would be hours before people started filing in to workout and even longer until people showed up for next Supershow. She was dressed in gray sweats and a white tank top with a blue hoodie zipped up the front. In her hand she looked at the smartphone she held, a picture of her and Missy on the screen. She wiped a stray tear from her right eye and slipped the phone into her hoodie pocket.
Amanda: Come on Amanda, pull yourself together. You’re better than this.
She got to her feet and slid her hands into the front pockets of her hoodie. She took a deep breath taking in the fresh air as she tried to clear her mind. A knock on the door in the far distance brought her out of her trance causing her to turn in that direction. Having Joshua Samson as an adviser had its perks, like access to the Trax when no one else was around. Truth was, it was early and no one should even be around so the knocking was a shock.
Amanda: What the hell?
She slowly walked to the door finding no one standing on the other side. She opened the door and found a small package resting on the front step. The parking lot was empty save for the small package resting at her feet. She grabbed the package looked it over, her name written on a small note card taped to the top of it.
Amanda: What the…
She opened up the package to find a single red rose inside with a small note taped to it. She pulled out the card and looked it over as she read it aloud.
Amanda: Good luck at the Supershow Amanda. You know I’ll be watching.
No signature, no hint of who had sent the package, just a plain box with a single rose and note. She screamed as she tore the note up and threw the box across the room before dropping to her knees in tears. She frantically grabbed at the phone in her pocket and pulled it out. It took forever to scroll through her contacts to find the one she was looking for.
Amanda: Robbie they knew exactly where I was! They just sent a random package to the gym I’m at and then vanished. I don’t know what to do.
She tried to hold back the tears as she listened to the voice on the other end. Ever since Missy had left her she was a different person, fragile, weak, and in her mind pathetic.
Amanda: Okay I’ll see you soon. Please hurry.
With shaking hands she slid the phone into her hoodie pocket again and sat with her eyes facing the door refusing to move them. She wanted to go home, she wanted to get out, she wanted this to all end. More importantly no matter what she tried, she wanted Missy.
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Amanda: Remember me Jazz? I’m sure you do. I mean, how could you not? It’s not like we weren’t practically family not too long ago. But I forget, you don’t want to air your family’s dirty laundry. I get that I really do. What I don’t get is what gives you the right to pick and choose what laundry gets aired? I ask that because I didn’t get that choice. When Stephon was tongue boxing with that bitch I didn’t get to choose what the world saw. I would have much rather that whole situation not happened. I definitely would have much rather it not be shared with the whole fucking world. I didn’t get to choose so why the fuck should you get to choose?
Dressed in gray sweatpants and a white GZW2k1 tank top Amanda Reynolds stands in the parking lot of the UGZ Trouble Trax.
Amanda: I know you want to run to the fact I was seen making out with Alex. You want to fall back on that and throw it in my face as a means of saying I’m no better. That’s the thing though Jazzy I am different. Your brother started that whole series of events that unfolded and now here we are. I dealt with him and now I will deal with you.
I beat his bald ass all over Atlanta more than once and yet you think you can do better? Your brother was twice the wrestler you think you are and even he couldn’t take going toe to toe with a force of nature. What makes you think you stand even a snowball's chance of survival? What awaits you isn’t even a match. I pushed for a match. I pushed for this ass whipping to be sanctioned but they wouldn’t bite. You want to meet me at that door so be it. You want to dance with the devil I’m more than happy to oblige. When I yank that nappy ass hair of yours off your head and knock your damn teeth down your throat don’t say you weren’t warned. Don’t say I didn’t give you a heads up. Welcome to the Underground Jazzy.
She pulled the doors open forcefully and stepped inside.
Tears filled the eyes of the former W.C.E.K TV Champion and GZW Women’s Champion Amanda Reynolds. She sat quietly on an empty bench inside the quiet halls of the now UGZ Trouble Trax. It would be hours before people started filing in to workout and even longer until people showed up for next Supershow. She was dressed in gray sweats and a white tank top with a blue hoodie zipped up the front. In her hand she looked at the smartphone she held, a picture of her and Missy on the screen. She wiped a stray tear from her right eye and slipped the phone into her hoodie pocket.
Amanda: Come on Amanda, pull yourself together. You’re better than this.
She got to her feet and slid her hands into the front pockets of her hoodie. She took a deep breath taking in the fresh air as she tried to clear her mind. A knock on the door in the far distance brought her out of her trance causing her to turn in that direction. Having Joshua Samson as an adviser had its perks, like access to the Trax when no one else was around. Truth was, it was early and no one should even be around so the knocking was a shock.
Amanda: What the hell?
She slowly walked to the door finding no one standing on the other side. She opened the door and found a small package resting on the front step. The parking lot was empty save for the small package resting at her feet. She grabbed the package looked it over, her name written on a small note card taped to the top of it.
Amanda: What the…
She opened up the package to find a single red rose inside with a small note taped to it. She pulled out the card and looked it over as she read it aloud.
Amanda: Good luck at the Supershow Amanda. You know I’ll be watching.
No signature, no hint of who had sent the package, just a plain box with a single rose and note. She screamed as she tore the note up and threw the box across the room before dropping to her knees in tears. She frantically grabbed at the phone in her pocket and pulled it out. It took forever to scroll through her contacts to find the one she was looking for.
Amanda: Robbie they knew exactly where I was! They just sent a random package to the gym I’m at and then vanished. I don’t know what to do.
She tried to hold back the tears as she listened to the voice on the other end. Ever since Missy had left her she was a different person, fragile, weak, and in her mind pathetic.
Amanda: Okay I’ll see you soon. Please hurry.
With shaking hands she slid the phone into her hoodie pocket again and sat with her eyes facing the door refusing to move them. She wanted to go home, she wanted to get out, she wanted this to all end. More importantly no matter what she tried, she wanted Missy.
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Amanda: Remember me Jazz? I’m sure you do. I mean, how could you not? It’s not like we weren’t practically family not too long ago. But I forget, you don’t want to air your family’s dirty laundry. I get that I really do. What I don’t get is what gives you the right to pick and choose what laundry gets aired? I ask that because I didn’t get that choice. When Stephon was tongue boxing with that bitch I didn’t get to choose what the world saw. I would have much rather that whole situation not happened. I definitely would have much rather it not be shared with the whole fucking world. I didn’t get to choose so why the fuck should you get to choose?
Dressed in gray sweatpants and a white GZW2k1 tank top Amanda Reynolds stands in the parking lot of the UGZ Trouble Trax.
Amanda: I know you want to run to the fact I was seen making out with Alex. You want to fall back on that and throw it in my face as a means of saying I’m no better. That’s the thing though Jazzy I am different. Your brother started that whole series of events that unfolded and now here we are. I dealt with him and now I will deal with you.
I beat his bald ass all over Atlanta more than once and yet you think you can do better? Your brother was twice the wrestler you think you are and even he couldn’t take going toe to toe with a force of nature. What makes you think you stand even a snowball's chance of survival? What awaits you isn’t even a match. I pushed for a match. I pushed for this ass whipping to be sanctioned but they wouldn’t bite. You want to meet me at that door so be it. You want to dance with the devil I’m more than happy to oblige. When I yank that nappy ass hair of yours off your head and knock your damn teeth down your throat don’t say you weren’t warned. Don’t say I didn’t give you a heads up. Welcome to the Underground Jazzy.
She pulled the doors open forcefully and stepped inside.